ROYAL REWARD: Silent Night (Inanimate TF, RWBY) (Patreon)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the school,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a… mule?

The stockings were hung by the bunkbeds with care,

In hopes that St. Neo soon would be there.

Ruby Rose sat up in bed with a groan, rubbing her eyes and looking around blearily. Ugh, who was making so much noise? She had Christmas presents to open in the morning! 

The dorm room was dark, but there was just enough moonlight creeping through the curtains for her to make a figure by the Christmas tree. A large figure, with heavy black boots, a wooly hat on his head, and gigantic sack slung over his shoulder…

Squinting, Ruby leaned forward, an expression of absolute delight creeping onto her face. Could it…? Could it really be? Could it…?

All but squealing in anticipation, she flicked the bedside lamp on–

–and squeaked to find her sister in a Santa Claus costume, slamming a thick purple strap-on straight into Blake Belladonna’s anus. “Oh, yeah, now who’s my best reindeer…?” 

“Nnn~! I am!” Blake lay her butt up in the air, shivering in her Rudolph costume as Yang’s enormous prosthetic made her buttcheeks ripple and clap. “Show me how useful I am!” 

“Yang!” cried Ruby. 

Yang and Blake froze. “O-oh, hey, Ruby,” said the former, sheepishly repositioning herself so Ruby couldn’t see anything lewd. “What are you doing up at this hour? D-don’t you know Santa won’t cum –Sorry, come– if you’re awake?” 

“Someone else might though,” purred Blake. 

Ruby glared at them. “Yang, it’s Christmas Eve! What are you doing?!” 

With a groan, Weiss Schnee sat up in bed as well. “What in the name of the baby Jesus are you three shouting about?! Can’t you tell what time it is?!” 

“We were almost finished,” said Blake, and it wasn’t just her nose that was red. 

“That’s the worst part!” said Ruby, who was even redder. “I thought you were–” She froze, biting her lip to keep herself from going any further. 

“You thought they were what?” said Weiss, quirking an eyebrow.

Yang snickered. “Go on, Ruby. Tell her what you thought. Tell her who would who thought we were.” 

Ruby looked away, unable to meet her gaze. 

Weiss, meanwhile, rolled her eyes. “Are you serious? How old exactly are you, Ruby? Six? Everyone knows Santa isn’t–” 

With a crash, the dorm room door flew open, and into the room flew Father Christmas himself. 

…Or his slutty mute daughter, at any rate. 

Ruby gasped. “Neo!” 

Rummaging in her sack, Neo retrieved a sign. Ho! it read. Casting it aside, she grabbed another, identical: Ho! Slinging this aside, she produced a third: …H–! 

“Just put them on the same sign!” snapped Blake.

Scowling, Neo produced a fourth one. This sign spelled ‘ho’ slightly differently. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” cried Ruby. 

‘Why, to deliver your presents,’ said Neo(’s sign). ‘You’ve all been such good little huntresses I thought it would be best to make the delivery myself.’ And reaching into her sack, she produced a large vial of sparkling pink Dust. 

“Wh-what is that?” said Yang, as the four of them backed away. 

Neo shrugged and held up a new sign. ‘Christmas Dust’. Pouring some into the palm of her glove, she drew in a deep breath, and with an enormous puff–

A thick cloud of Dust, pink and sparkling, blew over the four of them.

“Argh! It’s in my eyes!” cried Yang. “She got festive spirit in my eyes!” 

“C-careful!” said Blake, as the blonde stumbled towards her. “Careful, you’ll–Argh!” With a gasp, the two ended up in a pile on the floor, hacking and struggling to get the stuff off them.

“H-hey!” cried Weiss, pressing herself against the back of the bunkbed. “You can’t do this to me! My family invented Dust! They invented–!” She cut off, spluttering loudly.

Finally, it was Ruby’s turn to inhale the stuff. Pulling her covers high over her head, she tried to block it, but it was futile. The second she took a breath, the stuff was in her lungs, and all she could do was cough and splutter as a strange tingling spread through her form. “H-help me!” 

Neo simply stood in the doorway and chuckled, silently. This required exactly as many signs as ‘ho-ho-ho’ing. 

Yang was the first to show the Dust’s effects. Clasping her head, she stumbled woozily towards the little table of treats Ruby had set out for San– in the name of the season, and with a groan, ended up lying on it, her eyes glassy. 

Actually, it wasn’t just her eyes: as Ruby stared in shock, her sister’s entire epidermis turned hard and translucent, revealing not organs and bones and stuff, but something thick and white and creamy. As it filled her, Yang shrank, came to a stop at a tenth of her size, put her hands on her hips, and, aiming her face at the ceiling, opened wide–

And with a tiny pop, she was gone, replaced by a regular, if incredibly sexy glass of milk. Pop! 

‘Hah! That’s one down!’ 

“Yang!” Leaping out of bed, Ruby rushed to her sister. When she picked her up, her contents sloshed, threatening to spill. “You monster! What did you do to her?” 

‘Well,’ said Neo (or, y’know, her sign), ‘I figured the best kind of present for four naughty little girls like you guys would be becoming gifts for some good little children. Like me. That way, you get to share the Christmas spirit even more!’ 

“G-gifts?” said Ruby, eyes wide. 

On the floor, Blake stumbled back to her feet with a growl, raised a fist, and threw a sluggish punch at Neo. “You– you won’t get away with this!” 

It didn’t connect. Halfway there, she came to an abrupt halt. Blinking, Blake looked down and found herself rooted in place, literally: her feet had transformed into a tidy little pot, and her legs were tucked neatly into its soil. “Y-you bitch! What are you doing to me?!” 

‘Where am I supposed to put all the presents?’ asked Neo. 

“Nnn~!” As Blake squirmed on the spot, her legs slammed together, and her arms snapped to her sides and locked there, refusing to let her release them. Now as a wave of brownness, gnarled and whorled, spread up from her feet, washing swiftly over the rest of her, and where it passed, she lost the power to move entirely. She screamed as it crossed her sex, squealed as it rolled over her breasts, and whimpered, tears dripping from her eyes, as it lapped at her chin, giving her a few final moments to plead before it dendrified her entirely. “Plea–!” 

For a second, Blake stood still and silent, a solid wooden statue. And then, just like that, she sprouted: a thousand tiny branches that instantly flourished with bristles. In seconds she’d become a perfect conical conifer, as Ruby and Weiss stared in shock, she sparkled and dressed herself in ornaments: tinsel, lights, baubles and trinkets in the image of lewd catgirls. Instead of a star, she had an angel, though Ruby had never seen one with such a generous ass. 

Rummaging in her sack, Neo produced a beatbox and started playing Christmas music.

“B-Blake!” said Ruby, in terror. 

With a furious scream, Weiss leapt from her bed, grabbed a pillow, and went to beat St. Neo over the head with it. What she intended to accomplish by this was hard to guess, but whatever the answer, Neo deflected it, and, with a simple kick, knocked Weiss to her butt at Blake’s feet. Or pot, rather. 

Giggling, Neo held up another sign. ‘You’re in the perfect place, you know~.’

“P-perfect place?” As Weiss struggled back to her feet, there was a pop. Blinking, she sought the source of the sound and gasped to see her hand had transformed into a box: bright and gaudy and gift-wrapped, with a little tag reading ‘From Weiss, With Love’ dangling from the ribbon.

With another pop, her other hand copied it. Then her feet. Then her arms, and her legs, which became two longer ones each. Then her pelvis, which became a short, squat, wider one. Then her stomach. And then her chest (Ruby had expected this to come with two more little ones attached, but apparently not). Finally, all that was left was her head: Weiss had a few more seconds to stare at herself in terror before…

Pop! Her head became one last big gift-wrapped box. And just like that, she crumbled into a pile beneath Blake.

One of the boxes rolled to a stop at Ruby’s feet. With trembling hands, she picked it up and looked inside. “Th-the official Weiss Schnee sexdoll?”

Neo shrugged. ‘Don’t look at me, this is all coming out of your pretty little heads. Speaking of…’

Ruby felt a jolt. “Wh-what do you mean?” 

‘Well,’ said Neo, whose sack really did seem to contain endless appropriate signs. ‘You’re the only one left, aren’t you?’

As Ruby squeaked at the thought, a tremor passed through her. With a gasp she snapped to her feet and stood there, rigid and shaking, her arms against her sides and her legs locked together, as a pleasurable tingling rolled up and down her spine and threatened to melt her mind. “Nnn~!” 

She toppled backward and landed on the table, almost knocking her sister over in the process. As she fought to escape, she shrank, and as she shrank, her clothes melted, pooling underneath her in a large puddle of cloth. Her eyes trembled as it hardened: from fluid fabric to hard, white porcelain, and she squeaked as she finally recognized what it was. “No!” 

Grasping her arms and her legs, the Dust wrenched them apart as if she were making a snow angel. Fully exposed now, she squealed, struggling to cover herself, but her body refused to let her move anything but her mouth. “H-help! Help! N-Neo!” 

‘Hah,’ read Neo’s latest sigh. ‘Hah.’ ‘Ho.’ ‘Woops. Wrong one.’ ‘Hah.’

“Nnn~!” As Ruby screwed up her eyes and moaned at the tingling, a wave of crispy brownness washed over her body, as if her soft, doughy skin had been put into the oven. 

With a pop, her left hand became a stubby mitten, and with three more, her remaining extremities followed them. Her nipples, tingling madly, became two enormous swirls of colorful icing, and her eyes, shaking in terror, copied them barely a second later, replaced by two tiny red dots that could do little more than stare. 

Trapped there on the plate, stuck looking up, she shivered and trembled and finally – with a loud ploinck – doubled till there was an entire pile of her. Lying there in a stack, she squealed at the feeling of her many bodies pressing together – it was like having an orgy with herself. 

With that, the transformation came to an end. Striding forward, Neo looked down and licked her lips at her. ‘What’s this?’ she said, rummaging her bag for another sign. ‘Some delicious cookies and milk for me…?’

Ruby wanted to squeal in terror. N-no! You can’t! Neo! Neo, please, you can’t–! 

Ignoring her, Neo leaned in and pinched one of her by the thigh, earning a squeak as her fingers dug into Ruby’s biscuit. ‘Mmm~, they look so tasty,’ said her sign. ‘I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try a couple before I bag up all those Schnee toys…”

With a grin, she opened wide, her mouth a giant, spittle-soaked cavern, all tongue and teeth and saliva. 

N-no! cried Ruby, as she raised her towards it. No! Neo! Please! Please! Please, don’t–! 

Crunch!